And , lust had no mercy. It shook you , and chocked you, held you , and broke you , pressured and scarred , left you beaten and bruised.
Still , lust rarely had any mercy. It hugged you and fucked you , touched you and laced every corner of you bare body. Bit and sucked , left your lips blazed with purples and blues.
you never wanted to cover it up , but so you had to.
Filled its thirsty ears with your loud scratchy moans , for your pain was its biggest of turn ons.
You squinted , and screamed , fiddled and trembled, hit and tried to escape but it held you tight, it held you close..
Nevertheless, lust had no absolute mercy.
It pinned you down.
Swayed every flesh covered bone .
Your heathed muscles couldn't have taken no more , and, it dragged you , placed you, and started to leave.
You ran , pleaded and begged :"stay please".
As we knew , lust couldn't be one to reject.
And thats how it always started, as there wasn't any breaths left to object.
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